ChichiriSakura

You stood in the kitchen of your flat, staring at the mug again. With some difficulty, you had convinced John to let you go so you could change out of your party outfit and now you were trying to decide if you felt well enough to eat something. Or you had been until you saw the mug on the counter where you’d left it. You had on a comfortable pair of jeans and one of John’s hand-me-down jumpers from a while back, leaning against the wall opposite the counter as you tried to think for a minute. A weight had been lifted off your shoulders when you’d finally told John but it had dredged up old memories, not to mention you were